My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1193: 471: Surgical Techniques Require Flexibility, Women Fear Marrying the Wrong Man (Part 2)

Though Director Le hadn't voiced it outright, he likely suspected that her wound stemmed from domestic issues.

'Let's skip that topic for now. Hurry and assist me in planning the follow-up operation for that woman patient. I'm fretting so much it's killing me.'

Director Le passed today's test results over to Zhou Can to examine.

Once Zhou Can scanned them, everything became crystal clear to him.

Truth be told, he'd outlined the approach for the next procedure the day before.

'In order to avoid intense reflux in this kind of operation, the jejunum segment connected to the esophagus ought to sit no less than 30 cm from Qu's ligament. Next, the side-to-side join between jejunum sections should measure roughly 20 cm from the connection point. It shouldn't hug too tight, yet stretching too long won't help either — striking between 16 cm and 20 cm marks the sweet spot. Ultimately, it hinges on the patient's specific situation.'

Zhou Can sketched as he detailed the steps.

Most physicians pick up fundamental sketching abilities along the way.

Such a talent proves vital for medical professionals.

Even once they've gained fame, it's handy for clarifying illnesses to patients and relatives. Instructing others or jotting notes demands it even more.

'Regarding that connection point, in principle, larger is superior. It must surpass 8 cm at minimum. Fulfilling these criteria in the procedure ensures minimal post-op reflux, granting the patient an excellent living standard.'

Zhou Can wasn't sure whether Director Hu Kan had shared these operation secrets with Director Le.

Even supposing he did, success ties closely to the surgeon's knack for adaptation.

Director Le boasts solid talent in the operating room, but his execution and on-the-fly adjustments fall a bit short. Imagine an instructor handing out all the equations in class.

Straightforward queries get solved by plugging in the formula mechanically.

However, tricky scenarios or bonus challenges demand true agility and broad knowledge use from the learner.

Director Le struggles here, though it's hardly a fatal flaw.

For crafting the primary operation blueprint, he might bounce ideas off fellow team members, debating tactics. Over time, with growing operating room hours, he'll iron out these gaps.

Experience breeds mastery!

'What a blunder, an absolute blunder! Had I run this by you prior to the procedure, I wouldn't feel so cornered. The spacing fell short, and the join was too narrow — explains the brutal reflux.'

Grasping the error fully, Director Le smacked his forehead in regret.

Occasionally, his demeanor echoes a kid's.

This lively trait preserves a spark of purity and youthful play, which charms.

Interacting with him stays pleasant, at the very least.

'Dr. Zhou, please see this through with me. Could you join for the redo surgery tomorrow evening? Rest easy, your aid won't go unrewarded — I'll dip into this month's payout to buy you a feast if needed. Up front, though, it'll wait till payday hits. You get it, my spouse has swallowed tons of bad internet tips, dead set that cash turns guys rotten, so she doles out just pocket change monthly...'

Zhou Can let out a booming chuckle at Director Le's tale.

Not all henpecked husbands truly cower.

Often, it's deep fondness in disguise.

They relish handing reins to their wives, savoring the firm grip.

Typically, these strict homemakers prioritize family deeply. Many handle it with skill, mixing firmness and tenderness.

They rein in their spouses while fostering home bliss.

'Evening tomorrow won't fly. Day shifts mean consults, and nights pull me back to Emergency for extra operating hours. You know how surgery loads crush Emergency — it mostly lands on me. Skipping a shift would rile Director Lou right away.'

Zhou Can grasps his heavy load intimately.

The whole Emergency setup spins on his axis.

Front-desk intakes hold back operable cases just for him. Post-op, those patients head to wards for ongoing care.

For non-admit surgery folks, staff tracks them afterward.

Not claiming Zhou Can drives every Emergency deal, but he anchors well over half.

Absence for a day idles his orbiting docs and nurses, slashing their earnings. Department cash flow would plunge too.

'This throws a wrench in things; I should've scheduled for this evening. No go tomorrow, and delaying to the next day risks some mishap.' Director Le frets, twisting his fingers.

'Here's an idea: I'll carve out midday time to swing by. Prep everything ahead, and I'll handle the crucial surgery segment. Sound good?'

Zhou Can sees no better fix.

Full procedures devour hours; he's stretched everywhere.

Aiding the vital section clocks around an hour.

Outpatient perks include a noon break of an hour and a half for docs. It safeguards consult quality.

Handling over a hundred cases daily strains outpatient minds.

Every case needs probing history and symptoms, then decisions.

It's pure brainpower labor.

'Solid idea, we're set on that. Tomorrow, once I've cracked the chest in the OR, I'll ring you.' Director Le beams in approval.

Wrapping up with him, Zhou Can at last heads homeward for supper.

Next couple days skip overtime, yet duties stack high, so arriving pre-eight counts as luck.

Today's fine — clock shows 7:34, and Zhou Can bets on home by 7:50.

Truthfully, a brisk stride gets him there in five to six minutes. Super nearby.

Such easy travel and upgraded digs all credit Su Qianqian.

She's a paragon of virtue and warmth in partnership.

Forever mindful of Zhou Can, seldom self-focused.

Exiting Director Le's space, Zhou Can catches brawling noises from Director Xue Yan's room.

She sounds unhinged, her cries mixing rage and tears.

Director Le picks it up too.

They share a look. 'Should we peek in? Come on, together!'

Director Le, aware of Zhou Can's bond with Xue Yan, nudges him.

Nearing the chief's door, the shouts sharpen.

'Yao Zhiqiang, beyond your endless distrust, what have you added to our home? You fantasize about quick fortunes, gambling away my paycheck on stocks time after time. I've scrambled to borrow kid's school fees multiple times. You shun housework, skip real work, and lash out verbally or physically at me and the boy — I'm done with this existence, utterly done...'

No one foresaw her home life crumbling so.

Her earnings alone could afford a cozy provincial setup, husband idle or not.

Yet wedding a slacker fixated on effortless wealth spells doom.

Squandering her sweat on failed trades, ignoring home duties, venting fury on family through beatings or rants — who behaves so?

Men like that demand swift divorce.

Bygone eras of endurance have vanished.

When a spouse fails, smart women cut ties to flee suffering.

Director Xue Yan, so exceptional, even post-forty split, could snag a fine partner. Worst case, if luck sours and no tender soul appears, her salary and skills sustain her and the child solo.

'Wanna step in and soothe her? Looks like a spouse spat.'

Director Le queries Zhou Can.

'Us guys consoling? Nah, this calls for female support. Her close pal or similar.'

Zhou Can knows men don't fit consoling such woes.

'Spot on. I'll grab a lady nurse or doc from the team to tend her!'

Director Le cocks his head, mulling options.

Suddenly, the door flies open.

Likely Director Xue Yan caught their voices.

Her face shows tear streaks erased, but eyes stay puffy. Her look freezes cold, eyes blazing fury, primed to erupt.

Overhearing her private storm irks her.

Yet spotting Director Le and Zhou Can outside melts her ire.

'You— it's you!'

She flusters, dodging Zhou Can's gaze.